by D. A. Young
“You look like a woman who’s been clocking in regularly for this dick like it’s your full-time job!” Lucky said confidently as he smacked her ass and gave her a hard kiss. Lena attempted to resist, but it was futile. With a victorious smile, Lucky drew back and rubbed her bottom lip gently with his thumb.
“I’m not perfect, and you’re not Mother Theresa either. We been doing this for years. No more games, Lena. I’m too old to be sneaking around like I’m cheating or something!” He pulled her lips down to meet his hungrily, and they fell back on the bed. “Make it right, Lena.”
Chapter Eighteen
Washington D.C.
“I want somethin’ that’s fiery and wild just like her,” Casey hovered over Kat as he watched her design Sidra’s engagement ring at his office desk. “Does it have to be a diamond?”
Kat gave him a thoughtful look. “It doesn’t have to be a diamond. Want me to show you what I came up with?”
Casey seemed pensive. “Is it any good? Ouch! What was that for?!”
“Shut up, jerk! If I didn’t love Sid so much, I’d make you propose with a damn ring pop,” Kat smirked as he rubbed the spot on his ear she’d plucked. “Here. Allow me to show you what I’m proposing. It’s a champagne halo diamond set in a gold twisted pave band.”
Casey took the sketchbook and studied it from different angles for several minutes. He pictured staring into his baby’s eyes as he slipped it on her finger. The words weren’t really important because she was marrying him no matter what she said, even if he had to gag and drag her there caveman style “It’s just like her. Perfection. How soon can you have it done?”
“Give me two weeks. What’s your hurry?” Kat asked curiously. “Not that long ago you looked ready to go on a throat-punching spree at the mere mention of her name.”
“Nothin’ has changed. I’m just ready for us to level up and get to where we both want to be,” Casey said smoothly. “What about you and Holt? Every time he comes around, you look like you’re shittin’ tacks. You tellin’ me you put us through hell for fun?”
“There’s nothing going really going on between us. We’re just really busy, you know?” Kat replied evasively as she made notes in her sketchbook.
Casey smiled, watching her mouth stick out in a little pout. It was the same expression she’d worn when Alexei told her she couldn’t tag along with the boys. A fierce wave of protectiveness surged through him. She was his baby sister; if Holt wasn’t treating her right, something needed to be said.
Suddenly, she slammed the book shut with frustration. “I want to have sex with him so bad, but I can barely get any alone time with him!”
“Wait-what-ewwwwww!” Casey covered his ears and jumped out of his chair, running for the corner of his office. “What the fuck Kat?! What the fuck?! You can’t just spring shit like that on me!”
“Oh shut up!” she said crossly “I’m a woman who has needs! I’ve been saving myself for the right man, and Holt is it! The way he kisses and touches me- would you cut it out?!”
“Find a happy place, find a happy place…” Casey desperately chanted to himself as he rocked in the corner. He yelped when she came closer and whacked his arm with her notebook.
“Cut it out, jackass! Why can’t we just have a normal conversation?! You’re my brother, and we’re supposed to be close,” Kat started to cry. “I just want the happiness everyone else has now. Is that so wrong?”
Casey took a deep breath and managed to pull himself together. He pulled her into his arms and held her as she cried. Seeing her like this killed him as much as listening to her talk about having needs did but in a totally different way. “Don’t cry, Kat. Have you told him how you feel? Maybe I could talk to him for you?”
Kat squeezed him tighter to her and gave a sad laugh. “No thanks. I think I’m just trying to force something that’s not meant to be. If he wanted to, Holt could make more of an effort as well. Ugggh! Let’s change the subject. Do you think my parents will remember to bring us something back from their lunch date? Or should I go grab us something to eat?”
“Hey, it’s about time your parents got caught up in each other. Come on, baby sis. I’ll take you to lunch,” Casey said and steered them towards the door. “There better not be any stains on my jacket, snotface.”
“Thanks, Casey. While we’re eating, I’m going to put in the order from my vendor on the stone. Carat size?”
“Four, please.”
“What a lucky bish,” she said with a grin. “I’m so happy for you guys.”
***
Vivienne leaned against the passenger door and tried half-heartedly to evade Alexei’s demanding lips. She was unsuccessful and was soon swept away in another breath stealing kiss. “Mmmm, you’re making me late for my meeting.”
“Cancel it, Vivi,” Alexei whispered in her ear as he placed her hand on his bulging erection. “You haven’t seen to all my needs.”
Lord, this man made her weak, Vivienne thought as his tongue traced her lips, and she shuddered in response as she stroked his thickness. His large, warm hand slid up her thigh and under her black skirt. “Oh, not you don’t! I told you I have an urgent meeting. You didn’t even feed me!”
“I did, my dear,” Alexei countered, smoothing her thick black waves into semi-order and fixing the collar of her black and white pinstriped blouse. “Several times.”
“Caviar and champagne is not lunch, Lex,” she drawled as she replaced her red lipstick. They’d stolen away to a nearby hotel under the guise of having a lunch meeting.
“That wasn’t what I was referring to, my love.” Alexei watched with amusement as her face flushed with understanding and embarrassment.
“Why do I let you do this to me?” Vivienne laughed enjoying their sensual wordplay. “I’m late, so I’ll see you this evening.”
She hopped out of his vehicle and closed the door quietly, even though there was no one around in the private garage to hear them. Vivienne bent down to look at him. “Later, Mr. Romankov.”
“Looking forward to it as always, Mrs. Romankov,” Alexei’s blue eyes twinkled as he winked at her.
She hurried to the elevator, and once inside, quickly made herself presentable, finishing just as the doors opened to the receptionist area of her firm. She smiled winningly as Dominick Harris rose to his feet. “I’m so sorry to have kept you waiting, Dominick.”
“Hi, Vivienne, I just got here. How’ve you been?” It was always good to see one of their more popular clients. She glanced around, noticing there was extra activity going on in the area— as was the normal when an attractive man was in the vicinity.
“Great, thanks. Would you like something to eat or drink?” she asked. “We have fresh scones and coffee.”
“No, I’m not that hungry,” he said dully and Vivienne could see the dark circles under his eyes.
“Well then, follow me and let’s get started, shall we?” Vivienne led the way to her office and closed the door behind him, before motioning him to sit down in her sitting area. “So, what can I help you with? I’ve been brainstorming for your tour. When we’re done, I’ll show you what I created. I think you’ll be happy with the results.”
Dominick said nothing as he reached into his messenger bag and pulled out a crinkled manila envelope. “I received this in the mail and thought you should know. I’m being blackmailed.”
Blackmailed. Vivienne actually flinched when he said the word. That was the last thing she expected this meeting to be about. She took the folder from him. “Okaaaay. What are you being blackmailed with—oh my goodness!”
‘I don’t know how this person got that information!” Dominick jumped up and started to angrily pace the room. “NO ONE knows that shit! That’s my personal business! They said if I didn’t follow directions then they would share my secrets with the world!”
Vivienne’s head shot up. “There’s more than this? What aren’t you telling me? This is not a problem. We just need to get in front of it. I can e
asily spin this, and we move forward. I promise it can be done. What is the other secret? How did this even happen? Your background check came back clean!”
“Like you, I have powerful friends,” he said dully and fell back into his chair. “The other secret is just not mine to tell. I have to talk to other people, but there is a way to keep all of this from exploding in my face…”
“Fine. What’s your suggestion?” Vivienne snapped.
Dominick looked at her and felt hot shame course through him. He was so fucking weak! “I was offered a reprieve. Fire you as my public relations agent, and I’m safe and off of their radar.” At her shocked look, he explained, “This blackmail is not about ME; it’s about YOU. Someone wants your head on a platter, and I was told to tell you that they’re only getting started.”
***
After leaving Casey’s office, Kat walked over to her mother’s. She felt pretty good about her decisions. When she got back home, she and Holt were going to have a talk, and then she would be done with him. There were plenty of other men who wouldn’t treat her this way, and she would eventually find one who made her heart beat as fast as Holt did.
Yeah, fucking right, she thought as her phone chimed in succession, signaling incoming emails. Kat opened it and was happy to see it was her preferred vendor. She opened the email, and at first she couldn’t comprehend the words, but slowly they started to make sense.
Ms. Romankov,
It is with deep regret that we are unable to supply you further with our product.
There was more after that, something about the right to refuse business…but she could only focus on the words at the bottom. Words that flat out didn’t make any fucking sense to her.
Should you have any questions or concerns, please contact Vivienne Romankov.
Mystified, she opened the other emails from four more vendors indicating the same thing in the exact same format. Kat was very confused about why this was happening to her. She had excellent credit and had never missed any payments with these people since she started her business three years ago. The only thing she wasn’t confused about was that she was being blackballed, and it had something to do with her mother. There was something familiar about the emails. Slowly she read them again…
Chapter Nineteen
Sidra woke from a deep sleep and sat up as her stomach growled angrily. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was nine-thirty at night. Damn it, she’d overslept! Casey had picked her up from the airport, as she’d suffered from a particularly vile case of nausea that she’d thankfully slept through. The baby was definitely kicking her butt. She went to use the restroom and brush her teeth before going to find her man.
Casey was in his study, going over case files. Silently, she watched him from the doorway, thinking about how handsome he looked with his wire-framed glasses and his dress shirt sleeves rolled up. It seemed that with the decision to focus more on the foundation and less on practicing law, so had the desire to look uber-professional, and the scruff on his chin would continue to grow. She scrunched her nose at the thought. While Noelle and Avery seemed to like that their men were part of the beard gang, Sidra was not particularly fond of it. She watched his disheveled dirty blonde hair fall onto his forehead as he bent his head over a document. The way his long fingers held the page confidently and assuredly was the same way he stroked her body. He spoke without looking up, startling her.
“Keep lookin’ at me like that…it’s no wonder you wound up pregnant,” he drawled, a tiny smile playing around his lips. “Feelin’ better?”
“The reason I wound up pregnant is because I can’t keep my hands off your fine ass,” Sidra returned sassily as she strolled into the room.
Casey lifted his head, smiling slowly as he watched her approach with that all legs, lean limbs, and badass strut, knowing underneath the black lacy robe she wore the skimpiest of panties. Possessiveness surged through him because Sidra was his. She was art in motion: so graceful yet untamable and wild at the same time. Yes, that’s what she was —a living, breathing masterpiece, and he couldn’t wait to see the changes his baby made to her exquisite body. He pushed his chair from his desk and tilted it back, allowing her to ease into his lap as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He smoothed the black curls from her face and pressed his lips to hers, once, twice before pulling back. “You didn’t answer the question, darlin.”
“I’m feeling much better, now. Sorry, I’ve been such a drag. ‘Bean’ is really trippin’ in the afternoon,” she said, fiddling with his shirt buttons. “What do you want for dinner?”
Casey placed his hands on her stomach gently still in awe that they’d made a baby. “I got somethin’ in mind. It’s a surprise… So ‘Bean’ is what we’re callin’ the baby?” He slowly rubbed her stomach. “I like it. When are we gonna start tellin’ people? I want the whole world to know that since you knocked me off my feet, I knocked your ass up. Hey, let’s put that in our weddin’ vows!”
“And people think I’m the mental one,” Sidra replied sarcastically and kissed the corner of his mouth. “We have our first doctor’s visit next week, but I want to wait until after the first trimester. That’s usually pretty standard, I believe.”
Casey held her eyes steadily, “I don’t know if I can wait that long, but I’ll try. That’s the only reason we’re waitin’, right?”
“I’m not going to lie to you and say that I don’t have concerns with my mom, baby,” Sidra said carefully. “I just want to be sure that everything is okay.”
“Sid, everythin’ is gonna be fine, unless you plan on leavin’ me, but I should warn you that you won’t be gettin’ far,” Casey advised grimly. “As for me, it’ll be a cold day in hell before I leave my babies.” His hands slid to her hips and tightened possessively as his lids fell to half-mast and trapped her in the fire of his hazel eyes. “We’re done talkin’. It’s time for you to make love to your man. Kiss me, darlin’.”
Sidra lowered her lips to his and her tongue slid between his soft lips to explore his mouth, loving his heady flavor of mint, masculinity, and confidence as her nimble fingers unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his golden skin that was warm to her touch. She sighed with pleasure and relief as his fingers deftly untied her robe and his warm hands cupped her achingly tender breasts, loving the exquisite feeling building inside of her as he slowly massaged her swollen nipples in circles. She shifted so that she was facing him, her legs on either side of his chair and his throbbing erection under her behind. The kisses turned urgent as Sidra’s hand lowered to his pants and quickly undid them. Casey drew on her bottom lip, exhaling harshly as her hand slipped in to stroke his heavy cock, and he lightly pinched her throbbing buds.
“Jesus…why is it so damn good with you?!” she whimpered against his ear, shuddering in response as her arousal seeped through her panties and dampened the front of his navy slacks. “It hurts sooooo good, baby! Don’t you ever stop!”
“Because it only works with ME, sugar,” Casey growled as she caught the drops of his precum from the large mushroomed head of his shaft and sucked it from her fingers, purring with delight at his sticky, salty essence. “You were made for me. But then you know that right?” He placed her hand on his chest, and his other hand tugged her panties aside and his fingers glided into her saturated mons. “As sure as this heart beats for YOU, this pussy gets wet ONLY for me right, Sid?”
He didn’t give her a chance to answer as his digits slipped from her wetness to pinch and tug on her swollen clit while simultaneously inhaling a nipple into his warm mouth and biting gently. Casey was filled with male satisfaction as she splintered apart in his arms, her fingers clenching tightly in his hair as she screamed aloud and her breath fogged up his glasses.
Sidra panted wildly as her body spun violently out of control, and Casey rotated suckling between both nipples and continued to torture her pulsating clit. He was playing her hormonally-charged body expertly, not giving her a chance to recover from one orgasm before the ne
xt started to build. She seized his face in her hands and kissed him passionately as he surged up with his arms locked around her and set her on the edge of his desk and worked his pants down. He mumbled against her lips, “Papers.”
Frantically, Sidra reached back and shoved them aside. They went fluttering to the ground as Casey gently pushed her back, gutturally he insisted. “Knees up, Sid! Touch yourself and watch me enjoy a good meal.”
Eagerly, she did as he said, watching and loving the way her pussy drove him delirious as he closed his eyes reverently and slowly licked her weeping slit, cherishing the taste of her sweetness. At the first touch of his talented tongue, her thighs jerked reflexively but he kept them in place, his large hands keeping her wide open for him. Casey breathed deeply, and so aroused by his reaction, she creamed a little more for him. Sidra observed him as she cupped her breasts and jerked on her distended nipples, whimpering at the ecstasy his tongue was giving her as he fucked her thoroughly with it, and his nose brushed deliberately against her magic button. She spread her legs wider and greedily lifted her hips, offering more of herself to him. “Mmmm…aaaggh! More, babe! Fuck that feels so gooood…ooooohhhh!”
Sidra inhaled sharply, too weak to scream as her eyes drifted shut in rapture as she came again, tears sliding from her lids as Casey hungrily lapped up her overflowing juices. Breathing raggedly, she spoke, “Lawd, what you do to me! Come own this pussy, baby.”
He was painfully hard, barely able to touch himself for fear he might bust before he ever got inside of her. He could eat Sidra’s delectable pussy all damn day; it was just that GOOD. Just the sight of her playing with those ripe nipples as she watched him through hooded eyes and bit those pouty lips was enough to do him in. “Gimme a second, love.”
